When Night Should Last Longer
Sometimes, I just wish the night would stay, linger a little more, hold me in its quiet arms and not let morning come.
Because when morning comes, the brain wakes before the body, dragging me into another storm of thoughts without answers. One worry leads to another, and I keep thinking, and thinking, until thinking itself feels like work.
The day feels too loud, too demanding, a thousand voices calling my name, a thousand things to fix with no clue where to start. And in the middle of it all, I just crave silence,🥺 the kind that only night understands.
Then comes the evening breeze, soft and healing, and I feel the world slow down. The night returns like an old friend who knows exactly what to say without saying a word.
It closes my eyes for me, and whispers peace into the corners of my tired heart. Every bone sighs, every thought softens, until sleep finally finds me.😴
But morning, oh morning never listens.🤦 It tears through the calm, shouting life back into motion, dragging me out of peace again.
And the cycle starts, think, think, think, breathe, rest, repeat.
It’s frustrating, mehn🤦 This life of chasing daylight when all I want is a little more night.